The Troyler Affair

My full name is Gellie Hoon and this is my story !!!

It was a cold night, the night of the southern sheep chase. There was a knock at the door and suddenly I hear a slight little noise it was a mysterious moan. Could I face my fear could I open the door. My hand was shaking on the door knob. I stopped for a moment and thought about it. And I grabbed my baseball bat and open the door. It was a sheep with Troye Sivans head I stroked his hair it was soft.

I asked him one thing 'Do you use head and shoulders?'

It bit my hand blood gushed out of my wound, I fell to the ground.

'No, you idiot, I'm Australian, I only use Aussie shampoo' he whispered.

I looked up horrified, and replied, 'I thought you were southern'

'STOP JUDGING ME OK THATS SO MEAN FFS' he screamed at me.

'I beg for your forgiveness Troye sheep'

He stuck his hoof behind my head and pushed me forward, and we made out passionately.

'No, you and Tyler sheep are married we can't let down all the she- fans they ship #SHEEPTROYLER so hard!' I cried while throwing flower petals at him.

We made up and had a rave party while snorting catnip and twerking to happy little sheep and then later I dyed his fluffy fur green and white, like michsheepal from 5 seconds of sheep. I felt so elated because the sheep weren't murdering me.

Treep (Troye sheep) walked me home, suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder it was....... Shyler (Tyler sheep) I turned around he hugged me and pulled me in and slap me and without saying a word he ran away crying loud sobs.

The next day I went to see him.

I asked 'Why did you slap me last night?'

He answered 'Cause you made out with my main man Treep how could you?'

I examined his fur with my eyes and remarked, 'your fur looks like candy floss OMG!'

I reached out to touch his fur and he bleated at me, 'NO! DONT TOUCH MY FUR YOU LITTLE EWE!'

I ignored his pathetic protests and grabbed his fur. It had a strange sticky texture and seemed to come away in my hands. Wait a minute.... This is CANDYFLOSS!

He started crying woefully and replied with, 'NO! Ok, ok, it's candy floss I'm actually bold but I really wanted to impressive Treep and he detests shining bald bodies please, please don't tell him I love him so Much!

'I felt vaguely sorry for him, so I patted him on the back with my hoof. WAIT. WHAT. I'm human I'm not supposed to have a hoof! I looked down in mild horror as my body transformed into a sheep leaving my head untouched.

'HHAHAA BISH IF YOU KISS A HE-SHEEP YOU TURN INTO A SHE-SHEEP!' Tyler cackled as he stomped in a repeating figure which looked to be in a similar shape of a figure of 8. He jumped up and hooked his hoofs around a chandelier and did the dead fish dance which consistewd off flapping aimlessly.

I grabbed an Sphone and tweeted ' @shyleroakley you are a big ol' meanie mcweenie get over yourself @treepsivan doesn't fancy you he only fancies me I h8 you!!!! #tillyhasawilly' and slammed my hoof on the table triumphantly.

I looked down at my hoof and cried 'oh no! My hooves are in terrible condition!' Imma need to get me a sheepicure!'

I ignored the hypnotic bald swaying shyler and headed out the door, my trusty baseball bat in my sheeppit. As soon as I stepped onto the front porch as I expected a baseball was hurtled torwards me at full speed, so I ducked (or should I say sheeped) and heard a booming noise.

'STRIKE ONE' it boomed.

A second ball came hurtling towards me but this time, this time I was ready.

I thwacked it with my bat as hard as my wee little hoofs could, and scored a home run. There was only one sheepspectator and he popped a little party popper. The crowd felt huge even though it was only that one sheep. After a little bit of crying, bowing, and making a speech I left my adoring fans (aka one bored guy) and headed off for my sheepicure.

The End